Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reconcile ❯ Reconcile Part IV: Py'ar, the eye of the storm. ( Chapter 4 )

***** = Normalworld.

~*****~ = Vegeta's world.

^*****^ = Bulma's world.

Here's the next chapter, hope you like it.

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Reconcile Part IV: Py'ar, the eye of the storm.

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Bulma watched with anticipation as he motioned for the glowing blue shredded leaves to be tossed into the fire. She gasped in amazement as she saw the fire burn a bright red and rise up higher than she had ever seen any fire go. She stared fixedly at Vegeta who was now walking towards her with a strange and impassive look on his face.

What was this she had just witnessed? And what on Earth was Vegeta planning to do with her? Panic aroused within her.

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Her breathing quickened for a moment as he approached her. "What is going on?" She asked hoarsely as he held out his hand for her to take.

"A ritual, called Py'ar. Take my hand Onna and all will be revealed." Bulma reluctantly took his hand and pulled herself up from the seated position. She was hesitant to let him pull her near to the fire, but didn't voice her objection. Vegeta had never once spoke about things form his past, especially if it was about his race. This was completely new and she wanted to see where this strange ritual was going to lead to.

Vegeta stood in front of the fire, staring out at the ocean that was beyond it. He watched the flames rise high above and seem as if they licked the small clouds that were dotted above in the sky. He saw Bulma's apprehension but ignored it. It was time that she learnt how to trust him. Even though he betrayed her, in his eyes he had merely committed an act that was justified. He quickly pulled her in front of him and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her so close that the back of her body was completely compressed against his front.

Bulma gasped as she was roughly pressed into Vegeta's front. She breathed heavily as she felt his entire front press into her back. She opened her mouth to speak, but instantly felt his clamp down on her mouth. Panic aroused within her as he nuzzled his nose against her ear and whispered huskily into it. "Don't speak Onna, it will be over as soon as you know it." Bulma nodded but cried out in alarm as he flared his ki around them. So this is why he had pulled her so close.

She couldn't believe that she was actually standing within a warrior's ki. It was like being in the center of a tornado. Exactly like standing in the eye of the storm. She was not burnt by the blazing blue aura that surrounded them and she surprisingly felt calm and at ease as she stood in Vegeta's strong hold. He had never once held her like this, not once. She felt herself being pushed forward by him and soon they were standing right at the edge of the fire. She tried to turn her head to look at his face, but found that she couldn't. Sighing in exasperation, they stood silently for a few more minutes, observing the rage of the ruby red fire. She squinted her eyes as she tried to look at the brightly burning fire.

"Close your eyes." He whispered once again into her ear. She frowned but did as she was told. Something told her that this was very important and that if she didn't do what he said, he would become angry. She felt herself being pushed even more forward, but how could that be possible? Did it mean that they were walking straight into the fire? No that was impossible, she argued with herself but kept her eyes close. She waited patiently for more instructions.

"Open them," his voice once again assaulted her ear, his hot breath tickling her unintentionally. Bulma slowly opened her eyes and gasped. "Dear Dende..." She was looking out at the ocean, from ~inside~ of the fire. She wanted to scream but found that she couldn't. It was all too beautiful for her to scream and she wasn't getting burnt so she simply stared at the roaring waves from inside of the ruby fire. She looked about her and saw the flames crackle around their bodies but not once touch them. "Wow..." She shivered even though she was burning hot. A small smile tugged at her lips, this was the most exciting thing she had ever done, and with Vegeta no less!

She considered that he was trying very hard to convince her that he had changed, but she wasn't ready to fully forgive him yet. Instead, she enjoyed the moment and leaned back limply in his arms. She didn't know what the purpose was for them to stand within the flames, but it was simply breath taking.

Vegeta looked down at his soon to be Tashi. He smirked as he saw a peaceful look cross over her features. She hadn't looked that way in a long time it seemed. He loved the way she felt in his firm grip, he loved the way the ruby coloured flames danced in her two large and clear cerulean eyes.

He promised he would never do anything to jeopardize her love away from him again. He loved everything about her and through this ritual he would show her how much he loved her, even if he didn't voice the words. He would try to, but didn't think he could. Vegeta grimaced, what he was about to do next would not make her happy, but it was for a good cause and the pain would only last temporarily... He hoped.

Vegeta pressed his nose deeper against the back of her ear, breathing heavily as he tightened his grip around her waist to almost painful proportions. Running his nose down the side of her neck he came to rest his mark against the shoulder blade. He softly began to kiss it, making her tilt her head to the left so that he would have a better access to the crook of her neck.

Bulma closed her eyes and gripped his two hands that were placed firmly against her stomach. Her stomach churned as she felt him kiss her shoulder blade. Choking down a moan, her skin began to feel prickly with the heat and desire. What was he doing? Did he really think she would let him take advantage of her like this! But try as she might, she could get the words of protest to be uttered from her mouth. She was afraid of moaning in pleasure if she did that, and so clamped her mouth shut and bit on her tongue, hoping that he would stop of his own accord.

No such thing happened. Instead, Vegeta continued to softly suckle her neck, making it most and supple. He paused briefly, resting his lips against the side of her throat. A smirk became present as he felt her quiver under his kisses, she was not as impassive as she seemed. "I'm sorry Onna. This will hurt me more than it will you." He mumbled against her neck.

Bulma frowned and opened her eyes. "Huh wh-?" Before she could even get the words out, she felt his mouth clamp down roughly on her throat. Rough canine teeth sank down easily into her smooth and unblemished skin.

Bulma's eyes began to water and she dug her polished nails harshly into his hands that were one her stomach. A scream rose up in her throat and without hesitating, she screamed with all her soul as the pain seared through her right side. She screamed again as she could feel him dig his teeth even further into her neck.

Just what was he doing? Was he going to kill her by bleeding her die? She closed her eyes and cried from the immense pain. It would have been better if he had just shot her with a ki blast instead of having her endure this pain. It was a pain like no other she had felt before, she felt so betrayed and for the second time her already beaten and torn heart, broke again.

Her eyelids began to droop heavily and she fell into an unconscious state. She found herself spiraling crazily into another place and time. Only black flew past her as she traveled through the long never ending tunnel of pain and torture.

Finally she found herself being pulled out of the tunnel. She gasped and took in deep breaths as though she had almost been choked to death.

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Bulma found herself falling to her knees, on to what seemed like yellow and brazen sand.

She gasped and took in deep breaths as though she had almost been choked to death.

The intense blackness and the tunnel around her faded away. As she stood up from her knees, Bulma found herself squinting once again but she was no longer held in Vegeta's arms in the middle of the ruby fire, she was squinting because of the harsh red rays of sun the burned into her eyes.

No, she was somewhere completely alien. It seemed as though she had been transported to another dimension, another time and place. Raising one hand to her neck, she felt around for a bite mark, but soon found that there was not so much as a bump there. A harsh wind blew her hair back roughly. Her eyes rounded. Since when had her hair grown, she lifted up her hands and touched her head. Running her fingers through it, it combed all the way to the base of her back.

"What the-" She stopped speaking as she looked down at the strange garments she wore. What happened to her comfortable baby blue robe?! Nothing seemed to be making sense to her. She gently fingered the hem of the sheer cut blue fabric. It was practically see-through!

The strange cloth was wound around her like a towel would have been, it gracefully long and covered her feet. Although there were no sleeves as she lifted up her arms, part of a darker silk blue fabric lifted up with the motion of her arms, and became like wings. She found the tip of the fabric was wound around her middle finger on each hand. It was odd, but she felt like a queen in the dress. Her eyes caught a strange band that was wrapped around the right side of her upper arm.

The thick bracelet type band was made from a strange metal that looked like copper and had an unusual insignia on it. She stared intently at the sign, thinking she had seen it before. She examined it closely, it came to her. It was the same sing that Vegeta had built with the twigs before he built the fire!

Two V's were inter linking with one another at the tip and was placed in a large round circle. In the middle point where the V's were linked together, she saw a large blue sapphire implanted there, it looked so beautiful that she was shocked by it. But that didn't explain where she was.

She looked around in confusion. Where on Earth was she?! If she got back to her own time, Vegeta was going to be in a lot of trouble! She felt like killing her husband as she walked aimlessly through a vast expanse of desert in nothing but a sheer and almost see-through beautiful blue dress! There was nothing but sand around her, for what seemed like a great distance. Squeezing her eyes so that they almost shut, she looked up again and gasped at the light purple, cloudless sky. Just where the fuck was she?

High above in this purple coloured sky, she could see a strange bird like creature flying large circles around her head. Her eyes widened slightly as she thought that it reminded her of an eagle, but much larger in size. In fact it was ten times larger than any eagle she had seen. She noticed the wide and lustrous wings it possessed, ideal for flying great distances. As she looked closer, she could define the large and extremely sharp talons it donned.

Bulma stopped walking and looked around, she started to panic. There was nothing! Nothing but sand everywhere around her. No matter where she went, she would be stuck in this endless desert forever! She continued walking in the blistering heat, not knowing where she was walking to.

The eagle she had previously seen, swooped down towards her. Screaming, she fell to her knees and tried to duck. That stupid bird creature was trying to eat her! Putting her hands over her ears, she kept her eyes closed and shook with fear. When nothing happened for a few moments, she courageously opened her eyes.

She looked around again and saw the huge eagle-like bird, furrowing it's feathers and sitting comfortably next to her. Bulma slowly got to her feet as the bird stopped its primping and stared at her with two beady onyx eyes. She was about to scream as the bird got to it's feet and waddled its was closer to her.

Frozen to the spot, she shook with an intense fear, begging and pleading with Dende for the large bird to leave her alone. What happened next surprised her. The bird stopped walking bowed its head, as if in respect.

She looked at it suspiciously but gave a small smile as it sqwuaked cutely. With a shaky hand, she reached out and placed her hand on top of its large beak. Slowly, she rubbed it lovingly. The bird simply nuzzled its beak into her hand. Bulma's smile grew as she stepped closer and petted the overgrown eagle.

"Hey there sweetie. What's a cute bird like you doing out here?" She cooed, earning another loud but manly sqwuak from it. As Bulma stroked the feathers gently, she frowned as she noticed something strange dangling from its neck. Reaching out she pulled the small cylindrical copper container from the confines of the bird's neck.

Stepping back, she examined it carefully and saw that the cylinder could be opened from the center. Pulling the two halves apart, she found a thick piece of pale yellow paper that was rolled into a scroll. It looked like papyrus, something that Egyptians used for paper. Extracting the scroll from the cylinder, she rolled it own and saw beautiful calligraphic writing straing up at her.

She read the words on the scroll aloud to herself;

"Onna. You are in a past world. Py'ar means 'understanding'. The Py'ar ritual goes through different phases of understanding. I have written this so that you will not panic, you seem to have a knack for that," She raised her eyebrow but continued. "You will stay in my past world until you find a way to move forward into the next phase of understanding. This ritual was designed in my culture so that the bonded mates would relate with one another. I am doing this so you will know why I fell back into my old ways. Do not be afraid, you will come to no harm. And remember, you will not move on until you have an understanding for me at each phase. Once you have a complete understanding of me, we will be joined forever. If you do not and you exceed the time needed to be taken, we were not meant for each other and were never meant to be mated. This will not be the case, hopefully. Fly with Talon, he is to be trusted and will take you to your first stage."

It was safe to say that the note was from Vegeta. She frowned, so this was his doing! She just hoped that she would be able to pass the three phases. She wondered to herself, that if she was going through this ritual, would he have to through three phases of understanding in her life? She didn't know but guessed that he would obviously have to understand her as well if they were to be mated. She sighed and placed rolled the letter up. She carefully mounted the large bird that was kneeling before her.

Patting it's side, she shook her head in wonder. This was all too weird for her. But being with the Z Senshi nearly all her like had made her immune to such things. "Ok Talon, let's go."

The bird spread its wings and took to the air. Bulma laughed breathlessly as she looked down below from high in the air. She didn't know where the bird was taking her, she just hoped that she would get there soon.

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Vegeta sank his teeth deeper into the side of Bulma's neck. As soon as he felt her fall limp in his arms, he found himself being sucked in through a vat of vibrant colours. Fuscia, cerulean, jade and others passed his vision as he found himself swirling helplessly in the mind boggling colours. He tried to grasp onto reality, but found himself slipping further and further away from Bulma.

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He landed with an almighty thump in the middle of plush green grass. Grunting, he pulled himself up from his crouching position. He saw that he was surrounded by a mass of large trees and thick green foliage. It was then he reckoned that he was on Earth, many years ago. He was in Bulma's world, her past. He couldn't help but think that even in the past, Earth was just a worthless mud ball.

He hoped Bulma was ok, wherever she was. He tried to telepathically send her a message, hoping that she received it. He knew she would be in his world, in his past as well and he tried to comfort her as he sensed a wave of panic course through him. Her panic.

He slowly rose over the thick trees, seeing if could fly away from here. But there was nothing except a never ending forest before him. He couldn't get out any way he turned as he flew over the trees. Growling, he descended back into the thick and shrouded forest.

As he began to stroll aimlessly through the forest, he couldn't help but notice that he was clothed in earthling wear. Shaking his head, he frowned and concentrated on the task at hand. Their would be something he had to do, he just didn't know what it would be. He tried not to get annoyed by the current situation he was in

The sound of giggling could be heard from the right of him.

Whirling around he narrowed his eyes as he followed the sound of giggling. As he got closer to his destination, he could distinctly hear the sound of rumbling water. It sounded as though there was a river in the distance. He pulled aside the thick branches that separated him from the other side where laughing could now be heard. Stepping into the clearing, he looked around curiously. Why had this place been so significant in Bulma's past? Shrugging, he walked towards the roaring river that was coincidentally running through the mountainous forest.

The tinkering laugh had stopped abruptly.

Looking around him, he shrugged and sat by the edge of the flowing river. Closing his eyes, he waited patiently for something to happen. He had followed the signs to the best extent he could, he would the course of destiny take its own form from now.

He closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings.

Vegeta snapped his eyes open as he heard the strange laughter once again. This time his eyes landed on a small child across the river, running after an oddly coloured butterfly. His eyes widened as he saw the child graced with bright blue hair and large cerulean eyes. What he was witnessing, was Bulma at a young and tender age, as a child, her blue hair cut down to her shoulders and placed in a messy pony tail. He couldn't help but think that she was beautiful, even as a child.

He had seen many pictures of her from this age, and it suddenly came to him that once, a picture had been taken in the exact same spot and time, with her chasing the butterfly. It was strange that he should be here at that exact moment. He narrowed his eyes as he saw a younger version of Buma's father standing a few feet away from his daughter, hiding his face behind a large camera.

"Bulma, honey, stay still!" Dr. Briefs cried out from behind his trusted camera.

Chibi Bulma tried to catch the strange butterfly, ignoring her father's plea. "But daddy! Look at the pwetty butterfwy!" She giggled again, jumping up and trying to ensnare it in the small net.

Vegeta continued to watch in an amused fashion. Slowly standing on his feet, he raised himself off of the ground and flew to the other side of the river where chibi Bulma and her father were. He quietly landed in front of her and kneeled before her.

Chibi Bulma pouted at the strange man. What was he doing here? She didn't like anyone interrupting her and her father's private play time. "Who are you?" She asked rudely and somewhat babyishly.

"My name is Vegeta." He tried not to be mean to the little girl, understanding that she needed affection.

Dr. Briefs raced over to her daughter and the strange man that had appeared from nowhere. "Hey you!! Stay away from my daughter."

Vegeta looked up and saw Bulma's father running towards them, a worried and angry expression on his face. He had been about the affects of being in a Py'ar ritual and so he knew he could manipulate the situation. Standing up and narrowing his eyes at Bulma's father, he forced the younger version of her father to freeze.

Bulma's younger self looked at him in wonder. "Hey Mr, how'd ya do that?"

Vegeta smirked at the little child. Crouching back down again, he caught the strange butterfly in his hands and presented his clasped hands to her. "Do you trust me little one?"

Chibi Bulma thought for a moment. She shook her head. "Daddy told me not to twust stwangers."

He snorted, it figured the old man would have told her that. Rolling his eyes, he stared at her intently. "Well, you can trust me."

"How?"

Vegeta smirked, "Because one day, I will come into your life again and we will be together."

Chibi Bulma pouted and frowned. "Pwomise?"

He nodded.

Her frown broke into a large toothy grin, "Ok!" She jumped closer and pecked his cheek. "I like you and I twust you, so can I have the butterfwy in your hand pwease?"

Vegeta raised his eyebrow and thought for a moment. "Only if you promise to be a good girl and not scream and be angry at your future husband?"

She looked at him blankly. "What's a husband?"

Vegeta's eye twitched briefly. "Like your mother and father. When you grow up, you will have someone and be like them."

She wasn't sure she understood, but because she was indeed a genius child, she began to understand what he mean. She nodded eagerly. "Ok, I pwomise not to shout. Now give me back my butterfwy before I step on your foot!" She narrowed her eyes in anger.

Vegeta couldn't help but chuckle at the little girl. She represented Bulma in every way. He felt the love in his chest grow. He finally understood this little girl perfectly, her loving nature and exquisite mind. Slowly opening his hands, he let the butterfly out. It flew around in circles for a moment, before landing right on the bridge of chibi Bulma's nose. She giggled and tried to blow it off.

As it flew away, she brought the net down and caught it. Triumphantly jumping up and down and smiled at the stranger. "What's your name?"

"Vegeta."

Chibi Bulma ran up to him in his crouched position and gave him a big hug. "Thanks Mr. Vegeta." As she kissed him once again on the cheek, Vegeta found himself pulled away from her into another vat of colours. He smirked as he caught chibi Bulma waving a chubby hand as he was pulled away. He was already onto the next phase of the Py'ar. It would be easy to understand Bulma in her world.

He just hoped that she was having enough success in his own past world as he was with hers.

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The harsh wind blew directly into her eyes as she sat on the majestic bird's back. They flew high in the air, above dunes and dunes of sand. It seemed like they had been flying for a lifetime, but it had merely been half an hour. Bulma looked down at the never ending desert. Looking out over the horizon, she gasped and began laughing in relief.

Far away in the distance, she could see a cloud of buildings that were clustered together like a swarm of bees. At the edge of the clustered city, she saw a huge colleseum-like stadium. Talon, the bird, swooped down closer to the large stadium. She figured that this was where she was meant to be dropped off.

The large eagle landed silently and gracefully a few meters away from the stadium. Jumping off the bird, she smiled and patted it lovingly. Without waiting, Talon flapped his wings and flew away leaving her as quickly as he came to her.

Bulma watched him fly away, saddened. It was then she noticed that she was being surrounded by a large crowd of people. The stood silently, staring at her as if she were an outsider and an alien... She probably was, Bulma thought to herself.

"Move aside," A rough voice called out from no where. She looked up, seeing an extremely large man push through the crowd. Taking a step back in surprise, she watched the burly man approach her, an apologetic expression on his face.

She took in his appearance carefully, seeing the rough armor that he donned. Her mouth stood agape as she saw a furry brown tail curled around his large yet muscled waist. Was she on Vegeta's old planet? Her mind tried to register this thought. Calming herself down, she reasoned with herself that this was not real but then why did everything feel so real? Shrugging lightly to herself, she looked up at the large man with the spiky dark bush of black hair.

What surprised her even more, was when he bowed. "Princess Shia, visiting dignitaries are not permitted to leave Vegeta no Ou's side. It is dangerous for you to be wandering around by yourself and I have strict orders from your father and Vegeta no Ou to look after you."

Bulma wanted to laugh in his face. Who the heck was this Shia person? But instead of arguing, she decided to play along. "Forgive me, I seemed to have forgotten. What are we doing here?" Bulma motioned towards the large colleseum-like stadium.

The Saiya-jin warrior looked somewhat perplexed. "You have come here to witness Vegeta no Ouji's annual tournament match. This year he shall face a highly experience warrior from your race."

Bulma nodded, completely intrigued. "Is that so..." She didn't know that Vegeta had taken part in such tournaments. He had never told her of these things. All she had known was that his race had been made extinct by Frieza when he was a little boy, so how he be taking part in such a tournament. "How old is Vegeta no Ouji again?"

The Saiya-jin warrior was now extremely confused. "Is her excellency alright?"

Bulma nodded, waiting for him to answer the question.

The warrior spoke slowly, "He is of but eight years of age, in the Vegeta- sei calendar. But you already knew that.

Her face paled. He had been that young when he began to fight? But what did she expect, he was a Prince after all. She couldn't understand why he would fight at such a young age. It must have been one of the many reasons he was molded into the epitome of evil he was. She looked at the warrior. "Of course I knew," she snapped back. Sighing, she looped her arm through his. "You better take me to this Vegeta no Ou. I take it that I'm supposed to watch the tournament with him?"

He nodded and led the small lady into the large stadium. It was odd, but he could have sworn that the Princess had not been this beautiful when he had last seen her. The warrior led her through the swarm of crowds, up to the Royal box of the stadium. Most of the warriors were third-class and therefore had to stand in the mosh pit to watch the match. Second-class Saiya-jins sat on a level higher and First-class Saiya-jins including elites, sat above them. On the highest level was the Royal booth that had a bird's eye view of the entire ring.

They made their way up large stone steps, all the way to the Royal booth. Bulma huffed as she climbed each gigantic step, one after the other. She could help but think that this was going to be a long day. As they reached the booth, Bulma stepped in tentatively into the room and left the Saiya- jin warrior that had escorted her, outside.

"As, Shia! There you are. You're father has been looking around for you everywhere."

Bulma walked up to a man that looked like the elder version of Vegeta with a mustache and goatee. She paused before curtseying. "Forgive me Vegeta no Ou."

The older version of Vegeta merely chuckled, "Think nothing of it. He will be joining us shortly. in the mean time, I want to introduce you to the Saiya-jin no Ouji of Vegeta-sei, I'm sure he will be delighted to meet you."

Bulma heart jumped in her throat at the mention of Vegeta... Her Vegeta. "Where is he?"

Vegeta no Ou turned around and addressed someone in the shadows in an alien language.

Bulma stared intently at the shadows in the corner of the room. After what seemed like a small eternity, a young muscled boy with flame hair emerged from the shadows. He simply scowled at her. "Greetings," he said as he folded his arms in front of his chest. Bulma had to grin. Even at this age, he had mastered his trademark pose.

The King turned to her. "I shall be back in a moment. In the mean time, I expect you two to be on your best behaviour."

Bulma nodded and turned back to look at Vegeta's younger self.

"You are weak." He stated simply as his father left them in the room alone.

Bulma frowned, "How can you tell?"

He shrugged, "Your bone structure. I have no tolerance for weak people."

"You're a little young to be fighting aren't you?"

Chibi Vegeta snorted and turned away to look out of the window and down onto the stadium. "A Saiya-jin is never too young for battle." It sounded as though he were quoting someone.

Bulma walked up to him and stood beside him. She looked at his profile and saw a hint of sadness there. She felt her heart go out to the little boy. "But don't you just want have a little fun?"

Chibi Vegeta frowned. "I can't. It wastes too much time. I must be strong and become the Legendary as my father stated."

Bulma kneeled down beside him, although he was muscled he was still shorter than she. "That's not true. Everyone needs to let go once in a while," she reached out placed a hand on his shoulder. He was surprised by the form of contact. He had never encountered compassion from anyone before, nor had anyone touched him in such a way without it being juxtaposed with pain.

He shrugged her hand off. "I am a Prince. I do not need to let go. What I need to do is keep training and become the strongest warrior." He stared sternly out of the window.

Her heart began to ache for the little boy. His father had placed a heavy burden on him. He had been entrusted to become the strongest warrior from an earlier age and Bulma understood that he was merely doing it to please his father. She took heed that the father and son had a good relationship, but that it was based on pride and strength.. and fighting.

"Where is your mother?" She asked in curiosity.

He looked at her angrily for a moment. "She is dead, killed by an assassin" His eyes hardened as he stared at her.

That's when she fully began to understand the little boy. He needed a mother figure. What child didn't need a mother?! She felt a solitaire tear run down her cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't get it before, but I get it now. I'm so sorry Vegeta," as she reached out to touch the little boy's cheek, grew to understand this form of Vegeta.

Stroking his cheek in a motherly fashion, she surprised him by quickly hugging him in a tight embrace. He struggled free and broke the hug easily. Chibi Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw her begin to fade away to nothing. Where was his new found friend going and why did everybody leave him in the end?

Bulma shook her head as she felt herself being pulled away. She could feel the little boy's inner turmoil and hear his thoughts. "I'm not leaving you, I'll always be with you Vegeta..." Smiling sadly she blew him a soft kiss and spoke out before she completely vanished.

As the vision of the little boy faded, she found herself once again spiraling down a black tunnel.

She didn't know where she would end up next, just hoped that the Py'ar ritual would soon be over. It was easy trying to understand chibi Vegeta, she just didn't know how hard it would be to understand the older version of Vegeta.

She prayed to Dende that the ritual would come to an end soon.

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